“I’m taking what’s mine” “Yours?” He drops me onto the passenger seat of his car and leans against the door frame. “Yeah. A capo needs a wife. Guess I choose you.” Heat rips through my veins, and I can feel my heart sewing itself back together. “You guess?” I whisper, looking up at him through my lashes. He grips my chin. Runs a soft line over my bottom lip. “I know. I’ve always fucking known.”
